Chapter 16 Kane
KANE
Fuck. She tastes like apples and coconut as the sun slowly warms us and the wind slows.
Cupping the back of her head, I collect more oil, rubbing it between my thumb and first two fingers to melt it before I massage her nipple.
Delilah moans into my mouth as I increase the pressure, pinching and twisting.
Her moans get louder as I do the same to the other side while biting her bottom lip.
“My little pain slut, do you want more?”
“Make me feel alive.” She nods, eagerly kissing me.
“Take me out.” With my non-oiled hand, I grab the chain at the front of her collar as I slap the side of her tit. “I’m fucking your ass again.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her fingers roughly tugging at my zipper.
I scoop up more oil, but it’s too big to fully melt as I massage down her spine, biting into her neck. “Pull your cheeks apart.”
She sits up on her knees, doing as she’s told with her damp hair clinging to her skin. As soon as her lips are within reach, I bite into them, claiming them as I massage the oil into her ass before slowly pushing two fingers inside her.
“You love me playing with your tight ass, don’t you, koukla mou?”
She nods.
“Tell me you’ve missed me, missed my dick, no one else feels like I do.”
She nods, moaning low in her throat.
“Tell me,” I beg, the chain rattling as I pull her forward. “Tell me I’m the only person who can make you this much of a fucking whore.”
“More.”
“More, what?” I add another finger, knowing she loves the way it burns as she’s stretched. “More fingers or should I stop, sit you on my dick without stretching your ass to take me?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“What my filthy wife wants, she gets.” I remove my fingers to slap her ass. “Do the honors, wife.”
Lust darkens her eyes as she grabs my nape, kissing me with deep-seated need. The jar clatters against the window as she pushes her hand inside then massages the oil onto my dick.
“Fuck,” I moan at the feeling of her fingers and slap directly over her back hole, earning a groan from my feral wife. I can’t fucking take it and hold her waist to turn her so her back is against my chest. Grabbing under her knees, I fold her in half as I beg, “Put me in. Now.”
The leash is wrapped around the side of her neck, choking her with my hands too busy to do it, and she moans as she wraps her fingers around my dick then lines me up at her ass. I thrust up before she can drop her hips and she fucking screams.
“Good fucking wife, scream for me.”
Delilah places her toes on the sharp edge of the window ledge as I wrap my arm around her waist to drag her down so I’m fully in her ass. She clenches, begging for more already, and I use my non-oiled hand to slap her clit.
“I want to stretch your tight cunt.” My voice comes out rough with need, but I bite into her shoulder. “When you’re sore tomorrow, you’ll remember me in every fucking hole.” I soothe the sting with my tongue. “Can you take it, koukla mou?”
“With what?”
“My fingers.” I slowly circle her cunt with two fingers. “You loved having my fist inside you. Imagine how much you’ll scream while I’m in your ass at the same time.”
She fucking drips against my fingers. “Ka-Kane, move.”
“Koukla mou,” I coo. “You know what to say.”
My fingers sting from how hard I slap her clit as she whimpers around her moan.
“Say.” Another slap. “It.”
Her whimpers intensify, shaking through her body as the little slut tries to take without obeying while I push my elbow into her lower stomach.
Teasing her desperate cunt, I trace a line from her clit to her entrance as I groan into her neck, “I could come like this, fill your ass with me, but I won’t let you come until you fucking say you’re mine. ”
“Make. Me. Yours,” she grits, clenching with each word.
“As you wish, wife.” I grind up into her ass, pushing three fingers into her soaked cunt.
Planting my foot on the wall below us for leverage, I fuck her hard, dragging her down to meet each of my thrusts as she screams at the feeling of me claiming her.
I can’t work in my full fist with how tightly she’s clenching.
I lean forward, forcing her to watch the waves washing the rocks.
“You were so fucking good for me even though you were scared, and you couldn’t breathe when I had my whole hand inside you. But I didn’t let you get hurt, did I?”
“N-no,” she stutters, latching onto my thighs.
“My filthy girl.” I kiss her cheek. “Now look down—see the drop, feel the wind trying to pull you away from me—knowing I’ll never fucking let you go.”
I press my lips to the back of her head, forcing her to witness her beautiful cunt open up for me as I work in another finger.
“Kane, please,” she cries in pleasure.
“Keep crying. I love your tears.”
I’m going to spend my life with the aim of getting carpal tunnel from fucking her with my fist while I’m buried in her ass. For nothing other than the way she screams, spasming in my arms as I work my hand into her tight cunt.
“Little more, koukla mou.” I kiss the back of her head. “Then my filthy little whore is going to be happy.”
She whimpers, so lost in what only I can do to her she can barely make a sound. As soon as I’ve got my fist inside her, she screams as she begins to ride me.
“That’s my fucking wife.” I tighten my arm on her waist, massaging down her stomach with the heel of my palm.
The wind carries her screams, echoing them back to me as I push my fist down to feel my dick in her ass.
I meet her thrusts with my own, fucking her harder as I push my hand up to fuck her cunt just as hard.
When her inner muscles tense, she’s close, so I pull out of her cunt and make rapid circles on her clit then push three fingers back inside her.
Her ass slams down, hitting my thighs. The chain rattles, links scraping against window casing.
Her screams get faster, matching my strokes, turning fearful as she cries, “Too much!”
“No,” I snap, fucking her harder as I bite into her nape.
She punches into my thighs, trying to escape, but there is no fucking escaping me. She’s mine. Delilah fucking belongs to me like I belong to her.
More screaming, tears, and punching.
Her feet slip against the stone, but I band my arm even tighter around her waist, lifting her up.
She kicks out, catching herself with one foot on my knee as intense pressure pushes against my hand in her cunt, lifting her ass off my dick.
The pressure builds higher along with her screams as I pull my hand out of her in time to watch the most fucking insanely awe-inspiring thing of my life.
My beautiful fucking wife sprays her cum. Her cunt pulsing and throbbing, but I don’t stop. I slap her clit, moving my hand side to side to watch more as I groan, “Good fucking girl, bless the sea so I can baptize myself in it.”
Drops of her cum cling to her thighs, soaking my pants.
I slam her down onto my dick, needing to witness it again as she limply lays her crown on my shoulder. My eyes are focused between her legs as I spit on my fingers then push my two middle fingers into her again.
“Kane,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I kiss her temple, moving down to her cheek. “Shhh, stay still. Erupt for me again.”
Slapping my palm off her clit, I keep fucking her hard, massaging her stomach—anything to have a repeat while she searches for my lips.
As soon as they touch, I slow down, matching the speed of her lips slowly moving over mine.
Her moans are like pure shots of adrenaline, giving me life.
Then she fucking kills me as she shakily reaches between my thighs to softly trace the seam of my balls and roll them in her hand.
“Gonna come,” I mumble.
“Come for me.” Her husky, exhausted voice still has power over me as she clenches. I push my fingers up in one last attempt to make her squirt again. My muscles pull taut as she massages my balls, desperate for my cum. “Come for your god.”
“Fuck,” I groan as light flashes behind my eyes. “I love you.”
She tenses in my arms as little spurts of cum hit her thighs. My energy is depleted, and I rest my forehead on her shoulder as I try to catch my breath, hugging her to me.
Delilah recovers faster than me as she coolly says, “I need to clean up.”
“Not yet.” I nuzzle into the crook of her neck. “I want to hold you a little longer.”
Her arms are limp at her sides as she refuses to touch me. Even her back is stiff. I slowly pick my head up, watching her for any sign I’ve hurt her, but she’s accustomed to pain, too proud to allow it to show.
“Did I hurt you, pretty girl?” I ask.
“No. Your dick is still inside me.”
“Okay, and? We used to sleep like this—you on top of me, my dick in you.”
“That was different.”
“Yeah, it was.” I force her to look at me. “Because you’re my fucking wife now.”
“You know what? Everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I was right. This isn’t real. I never agreed to be your wife. I was given to your family like an object.”
“This,” I gesture between us, “is real. You are my wife. I don’t give a fuck what happens, I’m going to die as your husband.”
“Good luck with that.” She sighs. “Can you get off me now, so I can go inside?”
“This is real, Delilah.” Placing two fingers on her jaw, I turn her head as I lean forward. “Hate me, hurt me—fuck, you can even kill me—you’ll be doing it as my wife.”
“You have no idea who you are. What hope is there of me knowing you? The old Kane doesn’t exist, Ghost is a fucking nutcase, whatever you are right now isn’t genuine because you’re frightened.
I’m comfortable to you. I put up with your shit and how you hurt me, but it isn’t reality.
We can tell ourselves as many lies as we want, but none of them will change anything.
There won’t be any dates when there’s no relationship. ”
I don’t give a fuck what she thinks about me or if she hates me. As long as I’m with her, we’ll both be safe, so she can lie to herself again but it’s not going to change shit.
She gently moves my arm away; it drops down to the stone ledge without any life as she climbs back inside. Until she tries to take the bag and I say, “Leave it. The food will last longer here. They won’t find it either.”
Her presence is something I can literally feel leaving as the drapes rustle. She’s not with me so the voices are all I’m left with.
Voices.
Memories.
And the knife to take them away.